THE TOWN. 49

 dral was built, and had doubtless traditions and
 memories of its own, before it began to ring in
 the joys and sorrows of
 these hundred years to the
 sleepy town. One fancies
 it marking, in its gray
 belfry shades, the con-
 tradictions of human life
 which have danced and
 burst like bubbles
 on the surface of
 these two hun-
 dred years. A









 -- hand upon the bell-rope, and it
 has clanged joyously for the vic-
 tory of an invader, and again as gayly
for his defeat. It has pealed for a king's life,